A Tale of Two Cities:
The City that Never Sleeps
This is continued from A Tale of Two Cities: The Windy City
Rachel arrived home; she was in New York now. She slowly unlocked her apartment door and entered. The plane ride seemed to take forever thoughts of the previous week flooded her mind. She always thought that she would be scared if she was with Ross again. But the sheer fact that they both new that there was gonna be an end made it easier. He still lived in Chicago. She thought to herself that she would never see him again. She approached her window and looked up, she looked up to her best friend's apartment. Her old apartment. She saw Chandler and Monica dancing, they were really in love. She hated feeling jealous of them. She looked around her apartment. The thought that Ross once lived here made her heart fall. Shortly after they realized Ross was gone for good, she rented the apartment. She loved living with Pheobe, but here she felt close to another person. Ross, the one that got away. The one she let go. She shook those thoughts away. No time for that now, she had to get to sleep.
The next three weeks flew by so fast. It was unbelievable. Monica had gone into obsessive mode, going over every last detail. Chandler was remaining unnaturally calm. They all were waiting for Chandler to well go Chandler on them. She didn't tell her other friends about who she met in Chicago. But Pheobe had the sneaking suspicion she was hiding something. Monica was to wrap up in the wedding plans to even notice. Chandler and Joey were of course oblivious. The only problem was Rachel's sleepless nights. She often found herself walking the city after night. Even when everyone was laid to bed, she noticed this city, the city itself never sleeps.
It was the day of the wedding. Everything was going smoothly. Rachel was there in the hall talking to Pheobe and Chandler when Joey came running up to them. Joey looked worried and nervous. Chandler turned to him and asked "Whats up man, shouldn't I be the nervous wreck today?"
Joey shook his head."No this is serious man, I just got a message, your minister can't make it!" There was a loud gasp heard from all of them. Nobody knew what to do. And who would be the unlikely person to tell Monica. But then Joey said something. "But you remember when I wanted to be the Minster, and said I could get ordained over the internet. Well I know you said I needed to be your best man, but I got ordained anyways, so I can do the ceremony!"
Chandler sat there contemplating.."But the who's going to be my best man? This is horrible what are we going to do!" Everyone stared at the floor each one of them searching for an answer. That's when Pheobe piped in."I could be your best man Chandler!" Chandler looked as he was contemplating this. Rachel just looked around, more worried about having to tell Monica the bad news. This was supposed to be a happy day for two of her best friends. She dreaded Monica going postal. That's when her gaze shifted to the door as it slowly opened. She let out a loud gasp, the others heard this. They all turned their heads to where Rachel was looking. And as they all let out their own shocked noises, Rachel began to sprint down the aisle. Ross was nervous. He didn't even remember being this nervous any of the times he had been married. It was very hard for him to make the trip back to New York. But he did, but he found this to be the hardest spot. He stood in front of the Wedding hall, the wedding where his little sister, and probably the best friend he ever had were join their lives together.hopefully forever he thought to himself. He hoped against all hope that their marriage would be the one he never had. Yet the one that he always wanted. What would he say he thought to himself, how would they react. It had been nearly two years since they had seen him. How would Rachel react he thought, she may had been expecting him to show, maybe even hoping he would show. He looked down at him self, and then back at the door. Well was he dressed for a wedding? His crisp black jacket, he sharp black pants and his shiny black shoes. Why the dark colors he thought, he found himself these days more then ever more dark and brooding. He couldn't let it go, he just hoped it was appropriate. This wasn't a funeral after all, or maybe if the people who were once so important in his life reacted the way he dreaded they would. It would be his. He went up to the door; his had shook like never before, he grasped the doorknob firmly and pushed the door open, and walked in.
Rachel did not realize why she ran so fast, was it because Ross had shown up, she hoped he would, but seriously thought he wouldn't. Maybe it was because Ross could help the whole best man situation and stop Monica from going postal. Or it could be she longed to be enveloped in his loving embrace once again. When she reached Ross, she through herself into his arms. Ross himself was shocked at her reaction, but let out a sigh of relief. One down, four to go he thought to himself. He looked over Rachel's shoulder and saw Chandler, Joey, and Pheobe with looks of shock on their faces. But not for long, Pheobe quickly took a cue from Rachel and ran as fast as she could to them screaming with all her might "Guys don't leave me out!" and soon joined the hug. Shortly after Pheobe reached them, Joey's eyeballs returned into his head, and he too ran to Ross. Ross had sense extracted himself from the suffocating embrace of two of the most important woman in his life. Only to be enveloped in a "manly" hug and picked up from the ground. Joey mumbled something to the fact "Not to sound like a girl but I've missed you!"
Chandler was in shock. He did not know how to react. Ross, his best friend and also his soon to be brother in law. He remembered the anger he had once felt towards him when he left. But all that seemed to be slowly letting go as he saw this man again. He walked slowly to Ross, still trying to register the fact that he was here. But how did he know, and why. Chandler finally reached the group and at first extended his hand, as Ross grasped it, Chandler pulled him into a hug much like Joey's and tried to heave him from the ground. Joey laughed when Chandler was unable to do so. Chandler shoot Joey a look and said, "Hey if you're going to be performing my wedding you better figure what you're going to say!" Chandler then turned to Ross and said, "Ok you have a lot of explaining to do, but you're here now and I need you to be my best man."
After all Ross was filled in onto what was going on, he asked if he could see Monica, Rachel of course lead him on. Ross and Rachel didn't really know what to say to the other. They didn't know how to talk about that week they spent together. Ross finally broke the silence and said "Rach, you look beautiful today." Rachel blushed and smiled slightly, she turned and looked him up and down and said."Well Dr. Geller, you don't look to shabby yourself" Finally they reached Monica's dressing room, Rachel looked Ross up and down one more time and realized how nervous he was, she took his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. They entered the room together, only to be bombarded by the loud shriek that came from Monica.
Ross had no time to brace himself for what happened next. At first he was enveloped in another embrace. He felt the air being squeezed out of him, "she still is freakishly strong he thought to himself" before Monica backed away and began slapping his arms everywhere. "Where have you been she screamed?" He was about to answer when she screamed again "Why didn't you ever call!" And once again before he could answer she heard her say "How did you know?" He felt guilt, he knew he had missed her so much, but hadn't realized that she would miss him just as much. He started at first in a frail and nervous voice, but began to be louder and more apologetic as he went on."I was in Chicago he began, I thought I could leave all this behind.until." Monica had darted a quick look at Rachel when Ross said Chicago. Rachel returned with an apologetic look. "until I ran into Rachel a couple weeks ago there, and realized how much I was missing, how much I missed you all." Tears had begun to flow down there cheeks. She hugged him tightly, and he returned the simple embrace.
Rachel explained to Monica the whole minister fiasco. Monica had remained surprisingly calm, and then Monica looked at her and said "What about my brother being here.why didn't you tell us?" She asked sternly. Rachel was dumbstruck. She hadn't thought about what she would say when this came up. She had thought over the past three weeks that if Ross did show up, she would have time discuss what they would say together. Should she mention what they did in Chicago, how he had changed, the fact that they slept together. What would she say if Monica asked if she loved him again? All these thoughts floated around in her head. Luckily just as she was about to answer, there was a knock at the door. It was time for the ceremony to start. Monica quickly forgot about Rachel, and Chicago, and Ross. She looked one last time in the mirror and said sternly "This is MY day!"
Ross escorted Rachel and Pheobe down the aisle. He looked over at Pheobe. Then to his other arm at Rachel. He thought to himself so many times had he dreamed of the day he would walk down the aisle with Rachel. Never did he picture it like this. With Pheobe on his other arm and for his sister's wedding. He smiled to himself though. He just enjoyed it for what It was, the moment. He realized that is all he had anymore. Moments, moments of happiness. He looked up at the altar and saw Joey standing there, to his right was Chandler. Chandler he thought, he is surprisingly calm, I wonder if he has went all "Chandler" yet.
The ceremony went smoothly. Surprisingly enough Chandler, Joey and Pheobe came up with the perfect ceremony for Joey to recite. The vows were beautiful and there wasn't a dry eye in the place. The reception was also beautifully down. Luckily Rachel had remembered to reserve and extra place at there table. Ross sat next her, and they all talked, they talked about what Ross had been up to. He so much wanted to turn the conversation onto a different subject, but realized that was futile. Ross and Rachel came up with a lame excuse about how they met in Chicago, and just said that Ross was unsure if he could make the ceremony and thought it best for the others not to know, so he wouldn't dissapoint them.
About halfway though the evening Ross approached Rachel, he offered his hand and pulled her to her feet. He lead her out to the dance floor. They glided together smoothly. She looked up at him, and caught him staring at her, so lovingly. She looked back down. Why did they torture themselves like this she thought. They loved each other. She knew that, they always would and they always did. But it could never work she thought. He lived in Chicago, her in New York. But she forced those thoughts from her head. She just wanted to enjoy this moment. She wanted to revel in his harms. Like they were never apart.
Ross stared down at Rachel. Why, why did he return. To see his sister and his best friend get married he told himself. But that wasn't the truth and he knew it. He wanted to see her. This woman right here who was in his arms. This woman, Rachel Green who he danced ever so smoothly with. But how could it work he thought, if he confessed his love what would she say? He knew he loved her, he knew he always would and always had. But her, he hurt her. He took that love they had and through it away. And then countless times he tried to hide the fact he ruined their relationship by a technicality. "We were on a break!" he would say. "We were on a break! He would scream. But truth be told, that night Rachel was in his heart, and you can never take a break from your heart. Any mistake she made, was fixable, but his mistake, and his refusal to own up to it was unforgivable. He sighed as she looked up at him. Could there still be love in his eyes he asked himself?
Rachel seemed to be locked in his eyes. She wondered what he was thinking, most of all she wondered what made him come back to New York. She had spent many nights since she returned to New York from the Windy City. Many waking nights wondering what that week had meant to him. Many sleepless nights in this city that was also always awake. She walked this bustling city at all hours of the night pondering different paths these two hearts could have taken. If only he was there with her, in this City, this City that Never Sleeps. Finally she spoke, her voice was soft, as if she was afraid to ruin this perfect moment. She moved her face closer to his ear, and asked with the most angelic voice, "What made you come back to new York?"
As she spoke those words, he let out a deep and painful sigh, he brought his forehead to hers. He stared into her eyes, his voice just as soft as hers. He replied with a voice that lacked strength. A voice filled with fear."Because you made me see what I missed, what I was missing. Because you made me realize how empty my life was in Chicago, and how full it was here, in New York. But most of all, I came back."his voice was soft now, barely more then a whisper. She sensed his hesitation. Tears were filling her eyes, should she stop him, she wondered, could she stand to here these words from him? But before she could do anything, he merely spoke them. "Because of you.because after all these years you still complete me."
Rachel was shocked. He came back for her, but wasn't that something that she wanted. Didn't she want to make that week she shared with him in Chicago a reality that could be lived everyday. That passion she shared with him, that last night they were together, she could have every night. Yes her nights would still be sleepless but for a totally different reason. But no, it would never work, it hadn't before, and now with him in Chicago.there was no way it could work. She trembled as she spoke these words."Ross, you know we don't work together.you in Chica."
He stopped her there when he spoke, she didn't expect this. What she heard him speak next was something that she couldn't believe. Ross's words went through her."I don't live in Chicago anymore, you remember that meeting with my boss I told you about that first night we ran into each other at the bar. He offered me a job transfer.to here in New York, and I took it. I'll be running the entire museum. It's a great salary, and best of all its in New York, my home. Where you are."
Now the tears were flowing down her cheeks, yet again she attempted to speak words that she did not want to speak. But one of them needed to say it "There's still the fact that we fight, that we are still caught up on the past Ross. I couldn't stand to fight with you more, that's why we worked in Chicago, because we knew it couldn't last. We knew it wouldn't so we were prepared for the ending. I just, I still can't."
Ross wasn't gonna let go this easy. It didn't matter what she said, he was here in New York now, all his belongings were in a U-haul trailer parked at a motel. He lived in New York now, this was his home. And he had to try, he knew that she may not love him anymore, but if she did. If he read those looks right that he would catch her casting him. Then she just may still love him. But she was still caught up on the past. So he spoke these words, softly and heartfelt. Interrupting her before she could make a final decision. "Rachel, if you were about to say you still can't forgive me, I understand. Because I don't expect forgiveness from you. Theirs an old saying. Its an ancient Chinese Proverb that says.how can you gain for forgiveness, when you never admitted you were wrong.and that's what I am doing now Rachel. What I did, what I did was wrong. I never meant to do it, and to this day I don't know how or why I did. But the point is, I did, and I know that saying I'm sorry isn't enough, but maybe saying I love you could be a start. Cuz I do Rachel Karen Green, and I well for the rest of my life."
Rachel began to cry more freely, but these tears were different. These were happy tears. What he did in the past hurt her, but now, here what he does to her when he is around makes her feel good. The simplest gesture, the sweet remark. She decided then an there she had to say something, she had to be honest, so she let her heart speak."Ross, I don't know if we well last forever, I know my love well. But what I do know, is that every moment we're apart, I feel empty. And every moment I know your heart is mine, and that you'll be there for me, I feel complete. If we're together for the rest of are lives on just for two weeks, I well treasure every moment. Because that's all life is, is a series of moments. Moments that I want to be happy. Loving moments that want to share with you, for as long as we can, because I love you to, and of course I always well."
With that they kissed. Explanations to there friends and family would come later. But this, this moment was for them. And they would have many more moments. Moments of passion and lust, moments of love and anger. But as each moment ended, another would begin. But the best were those moments that lasted all through the night, in this City that Never Sleeps. Finally Ross Geller was home. Finally Rachel Green could stop feeling sad for past memories because it was time to make new ones. And Ross and Rachel would make a lifetime of memories.
A message from me; Well that's that. Did it suck, was it ok, was it good? Lemme know and be harsh.but kind.
This is continued from A Tale of Two Cities: The Windy City
Rachel arrived home; she was in New York now. She slowly unlocked her apartment door and entered. The plane ride seemed to take forever thoughts of the previous week flooded her mind. She always thought that she would be scared if she was with Ross again. But the sheer fact that they both new that there was gonna be an end made it easier. He still lived in Chicago. She thought to herself that she would never see him again. She approached her window and looked up, she looked up to her best friend's apartment. Her old apartment. She saw Chandler and Monica dancing, they were really in love. She hated feeling jealous of them. She looked around her apartment. The thought that Ross once lived here made her heart fall. Shortly after they realized Ross was gone for good, she rented the apartment. She loved living with Pheobe, but here she felt close to another person. Ross, the one that got away. The one she let go. She shook those thoughts away. No time for that now, she had to get to sleep.
The next three weeks flew by so fast. It was unbelievable. Monica had gone into obsessive mode, going over every last detail. Chandler was remaining unnaturally calm. They all were waiting for Chandler to well go Chandler on them. She didn't tell her other friends about who she met in Chicago. But Pheobe had the sneaking suspicion she was hiding something. Monica was to wrap up in the wedding plans to even notice. Chandler and Joey were of course oblivious. The only problem was Rachel's sleepless nights. She often found herself walking the city after night. Even when everyone was laid to bed, she noticed this city, the city itself never sleeps.
It was the day of the wedding. Everything was going smoothly. Rachel was there in the hall talking to Pheobe and Chandler when Joey came running up to them. Joey looked worried and nervous. Chandler turned to him and asked "Whats up man, shouldn't I be the nervous wreck today?"
Joey shook his head."No this is serious man, I just got a message, your minister can't make it!" There was a loud gasp heard from all of them. Nobody knew what to do. And who would be the unlikely person to tell Monica. But then Joey said something. "But you remember when I wanted to be the Minster, and said I could get ordained over the internet. Well I know you said I needed to be your best man, but I got ordained anyways, so I can do the ceremony!"
Chandler sat there contemplating.."But the who's going to be my best man? This is horrible what are we going to do!" Everyone stared at the floor each one of them searching for an answer. That's when Pheobe piped in."I could be your best man Chandler!" Chandler looked as he was contemplating this. Rachel just looked around, more worried about having to tell Monica the bad news. This was supposed to be a happy day for two of her best friends. She dreaded Monica going postal. That's when her gaze shifted to the door as it slowly opened. She let out a loud gasp, the others heard this. They all turned their heads to where Rachel was looking. And as they all let out their own shocked noises, Rachel began to sprint down the aisle. Ross was nervous. He didn't even remember being this nervous any of the times he had been married. It was very hard for him to make the trip back to New York. But he did, but he found this to be the hardest spot. He stood in front of the Wedding hall, the wedding where his little sister, and probably the best friend he ever had were join their lives together.hopefully forever he thought to himself. He hoped against all hope that their marriage would be the one he never had. Yet the one that he always wanted. What would he say he thought to himself, how would they react. It had been nearly two years since they had seen him. How would Rachel react he thought, she may had been expecting him to show, maybe even hoping he would show. He looked down at him self, and then back at the door. Well was he dressed for a wedding? His crisp black jacket, he sharp black pants and his shiny black shoes. Why the dark colors he thought, he found himself these days more then ever more dark and brooding. He couldn't let it go, he just hoped it was appropriate. This wasn't a funeral after all, or maybe if the people who were once so important in his life reacted the way he dreaded they would. It would be his. He went up to the door; his had shook like never before, he grasped the doorknob firmly and pushed the door open, and walked in.
Rachel did not realize why she ran so fast, was it because Ross had shown up, she hoped he would, but seriously thought he wouldn't. Maybe it was because Ross could help the whole best man situation and stop Monica from going postal. Or it could be she longed to be enveloped in his loving embrace once again. When she reached Ross, she through herself into his arms. Ross himself was shocked at her reaction, but let out a sigh of relief. One down, four to go he thought to himself. He looked over Rachel's shoulder and saw Chandler, Joey, and Pheobe with looks of shock on their faces. But not for long, Pheobe quickly took a cue from Rachel and ran as fast as she could to them screaming with all her might "Guys don't leave me out!" and soon joined the hug. Shortly after Pheobe reached them, Joey's eyeballs returned into his head, and he too ran to Ross. Ross had sense extracted himself from the suffocating embrace of two of the most important woman in his life. Only to be enveloped in a "manly" hug and picked up from the ground. Joey mumbled something to the fact "Not to sound like a girl but I've missed you!"
Chandler was in shock. He did not know how to react. Ross, his best friend and also his soon to be brother in law. He remembered the anger he had once felt towards him when he left. But all that seemed to be slowly letting go as he saw this man again. He walked slowly to Ross, still trying to register the fact that he was here. But how did he know, and why. Chandler finally reached the group and at first extended his hand, as Ross grasped it, Chandler pulled him into a hug much like Joey's and tried to heave him from the ground. Joey laughed when Chandler was unable to do so. Chandler shoot Joey a look and said, "Hey if you're going to be performing my wedding you better figure what you're going to say!" Chandler then turned to Ross and said, "Ok you have a lot of explaining to do, but you're here now and I need you to be my best man."
After all Ross was filled in onto what was going on, he asked if he could see Monica, Rachel of course lead him on. Ross and Rachel didn't really know what to say to the other. They didn't know how to talk about that week they spent together. Ross finally broke the silence and said "Rach, you look beautiful today." Rachel blushed and smiled slightly, she turned and looked him up and down and said."Well Dr. Geller, you don't look to shabby yourself" Finally they reached Monica's dressing room, Rachel looked Ross up and down one more time and realized how nervous he was, she took his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. They entered the room together, only to be bombarded by the loud shriek that came from Monica.
Ross had no time to brace himself for what happened next. At first he was enveloped in another embrace. He felt the air being squeezed out of him, "she still is freakishly strong he thought to himself" before Monica backed away and began slapping his arms everywhere. "Where have you been she screamed?" He was about to answer when she screamed again "Why didn't you ever call!" And once again before he could answer she heard her say "How did you know?" He felt guilt, he knew he had missed her so much, but hadn't realized that she would miss him just as much. He started at first in a frail and nervous voice, but began to be louder and more apologetic as he went on."I was in Chicago he began, I thought I could leave all this behind.until." Monica had darted a quick look at Rachel when Ross said Chicago. Rachel returned with an apologetic look. "until I ran into Rachel a couple weeks ago there, and realized how much I was missing, how much I missed you all." Tears had begun to flow down there cheeks. She hugged him tightly, and he returned the simple embrace.
Rachel explained to Monica the whole minister fiasco. Monica had remained surprisingly calm, and then Monica looked at her and said "What about my brother being here.why didn't you tell us?" She asked sternly. Rachel was dumbstruck. She hadn't thought about what she would say when this came up. She had thought over the past three weeks that if Ross did show up, she would have time discuss what they would say together. Should she mention what they did in Chicago, how he had changed, the fact that they slept together. What would she say if Monica asked if she loved him again? All these thoughts floated around in her head. Luckily just as she was about to answer, there was a knock at the door. It was time for the ceremony to start. Monica quickly forgot about Rachel, and Chicago, and Ross. She looked one last time in the mirror and said sternly "This is MY day!"
Ross escorted Rachel and Pheobe down the aisle. He looked over at Pheobe. Then to his other arm at Rachel. He thought to himself so many times had he dreamed of the day he would walk down the aisle with Rachel. Never did he picture it like this. With Pheobe on his other arm and for his sister's wedding. He smiled to himself though. He just enjoyed it for what It was, the moment. He realized that is all he had anymore. Moments, moments of happiness. He looked up at the altar and saw Joey standing there, to his right was Chandler. Chandler he thought, he is surprisingly calm, I wonder if he has went all "Chandler" yet.
The ceremony went smoothly. Surprisingly enough Chandler, Joey and Pheobe came up with the perfect ceremony for Joey to recite. The vows were beautiful and there wasn't a dry eye in the place. The reception was also beautifully down. Luckily Rachel had remembered to reserve and extra place at there table. Ross sat next her, and they all talked, they talked about what Ross had been up to. He so much wanted to turn the conversation onto a different subject, but realized that was futile. Ross and Rachel came up with a lame excuse about how they met in Chicago, and just said that Ross was unsure if he could make the ceremony and thought it best for the others not to know, so he wouldn't dissapoint them.
About halfway though the evening Ross approached Rachel, he offered his hand and pulled her to her feet. He lead her out to the dance floor. They glided together smoothly. She looked up at him, and caught him staring at her, so lovingly. She looked back down. Why did they torture themselves like this she thought. They loved each other. She knew that, they always would and they always did. But it could never work she thought. He lived in Chicago, her in New York. But she forced those thoughts from her head. She just wanted to enjoy this moment. She wanted to revel in his harms. Like they were never apart.
Ross stared down at Rachel. Why, why did he return. To see his sister and his best friend get married he told himself. But that wasn't the truth and he knew it. He wanted to see her. This woman right here who was in his arms. This woman, Rachel Green who he danced ever so smoothly with. But how could it work he thought, if he confessed his love what would she say? He knew he loved her, he knew he always would and always had. But her, he hurt her. He took that love they had and through it away. And then countless times he tried to hide the fact he ruined their relationship by a technicality. "We were on a break!" he would say. "We were on a break! He would scream. But truth be told, that night Rachel was in his heart, and you can never take a break from your heart. Any mistake she made, was fixable, but his mistake, and his refusal to own up to it was unforgivable. He sighed as she looked up at him. Could there still be love in his eyes he asked himself?
Rachel seemed to be locked in his eyes. She wondered what he was thinking, most of all she wondered what made him come back to New York. She had spent many nights since she returned to New York from the Windy City. Many waking nights wondering what that week had meant to him. Many sleepless nights in this city that was also always awake. She walked this bustling city at all hours of the night pondering different paths these two hearts could have taken. If only he was there with her, in this City, this City that Never Sleeps. Finally she spoke, her voice was soft, as if she was afraid to ruin this perfect moment. She moved her face closer to his ear, and asked with the most angelic voice, "What made you come back to new York?"
As she spoke those words, he let out a deep and painful sigh, he brought his forehead to hers. He stared into her eyes, his voice just as soft as hers. He replied with a voice that lacked strength. A voice filled with fear."Because you made me see what I missed, what I was missing. Because you made me realize how empty my life was in Chicago, and how full it was here, in New York. But most of all, I came back."his voice was soft now, barely more then a whisper. She sensed his hesitation. Tears were filling her eyes, should she stop him, she wondered, could she stand to here these words from him? But before she could do anything, he merely spoke them. "Because of you.because after all these years you still complete me."
Rachel was shocked. He came back for her, but wasn't that something that she wanted. Didn't she want to make that week she shared with him in Chicago a reality that could be lived everyday. That passion she shared with him, that last night they were together, she could have every night. Yes her nights would still be sleepless but for a totally different reason. But no, it would never work, it hadn't before, and now with him in Chicago.there was no way it could work. She trembled as she spoke these words."Ross, you know we don't work together.you in Chica."
He stopped her there when he spoke, she didn't expect this. What she heard him speak next was something that she couldn't believe. Ross's words went through her."I don't live in Chicago anymore, you remember that meeting with my boss I told you about that first night we ran into each other at the bar. He offered me a job transfer.to here in New York, and I took it. I'll be running the entire museum. It's a great salary, and best of all its in New York, my home. Where you are."
Now the tears were flowing down her cheeks, yet again she attempted to speak words that she did not want to speak. But one of them needed to say it "There's still the fact that we fight, that we are still caught up on the past Ross. I couldn't stand to fight with you more, that's why we worked in Chicago, because we knew it couldn't last. We knew it wouldn't so we were prepared for the ending. I just, I still can't."
Ross wasn't gonna let go this easy. It didn't matter what she said, he was here in New York now, all his belongings were in a U-haul trailer parked at a motel. He lived in New York now, this was his home. And he had to try, he knew that she may not love him anymore, but if she did. If he read those looks right that he would catch her casting him. Then she just may still love him. But she was still caught up on the past. So he spoke these words, softly and heartfelt. Interrupting her before she could make a final decision. "Rachel, if you were about to say you still can't forgive me, I understand. Because I don't expect forgiveness from you. Theirs an old saying. Its an ancient Chinese Proverb that says.how can you gain for forgiveness, when you never admitted you were wrong.and that's what I am doing now Rachel. What I did, what I did was wrong. I never meant to do it, and to this day I don't know how or why I did. But the point is, I did, and I know that saying I'm sorry isn't enough, but maybe saying I love you could be a start. Cuz I do Rachel Karen Green, and I well for the rest of my life."
Rachel began to cry more freely, but these tears were different. These were happy tears. What he did in the past hurt her, but now, here what he does to her when he is around makes her feel good. The simplest gesture, the sweet remark. She decided then an there she had to say something, she had to be honest, so she let her heart speak."Ross, I don't know if we well last forever, I know my love well. But what I do know, is that every moment we're apart, I feel empty. And every moment I know your heart is mine, and that you'll be there for me, I feel complete. If we're together for the rest of are lives on just for two weeks, I well treasure every moment. Because that's all life is, is a series of moments. Moments that I want to be happy. Loving moments that want to share with you, for as long as we can, because I love you to, and of course I always well."
With that they kissed. Explanations to there friends and family would come later. But this, this moment was for them. And they would have many more moments. Moments of passion and lust, moments of love and anger. But as each moment ended, another would begin. But the best were those moments that lasted all through the night, in this City that Never Sleeps. Finally Ross Geller was home. Finally Rachel Green could stop feeling sad for past memories because it was time to make new ones. And Ross and Rachel would make a lifetime of memories.
A message from me; Well that's that. Did it suck, was it ok, was it good? Lemme know and be harsh.but kind.